strawberryfatstuff

[strawberryfatstuff]

escape

Imagine being stuck in a cell, with a ginormous feast being placed in front of you every day and only allowed to leave once you can eat it all in one sitting

You wake up, disoriented. you look around, nothing in your dark surroundings but a bed and a table. suddenly, you hear a commotion of people in robes, faces covered, rush to bring something onto the barren table in your cell. They disappear in a flash, all that’s left behind is an absolute banquet. A feast that could overfeed about 30 people at a buffet, piled with junk food. Rich creamy pastas, pizza stacked upon pizza, a plate of burgers piled high enough you wondered how it hadn’t fallen over, and piles upon piles of sugary desserts with the most delicious smells filling the room. You wonder if this was supposed to be your last meal, but your thoughts were cut short, by the greedy rumblings of your belly. You were starving, and decided there was nothing else left to do but dig in.

Almost a year has gone by, but to you it had felt like a lifetime. You would wake, stuff yourself with reckless abandon with no fear of judgement or consequences, and go back to sleep. There was no way to tell how often the meals were being brought to you, in fact the only way to tell that time had passed at all was what it had all been doing to your body. When you had first woken up, you had been reasonably thin, maybe a small potbelly from the occasional lack of willpower from time to time but nothing to worry about. Now however, you had grown immensely. If there had been any chance of holding back in attempt to save your figure it had long since flown out the nonexistent window. Your belly had swelled outward, inflated, and sagged lower, you had noticed any sights of what had been your feet had become less and less frequent. Your legs had become heavy with fat, the fat on your thighs threatening to overlap your knees, and the beginning signs of cankles showing on your calves. Your tits had grown substantially, with rolls forming along the sides making your puffy arms rest a little higher than they had before. However, you had certainly done a number on that buffet, having before only been able to stomach a pizza at most you had started to get creative, wrapping burgers with entire pizzas and shoving them into your rapidly swelling gut with as much force and speed as you could. It was the only pastime you had really, so you made the most of it by constantly testing the bursting point of your greedy gut.

It had been a few years of endless feasting before you had begun to notice your mobility diminishing. You were now able to eat enough to feed a large family before slowing down, but your travel from your bed had begun leaving you winded, and took great deal of effort to take your lumbering waddle over to your meals. Your stomach of course, the culprit. Its rolls had swelled with fat so much it now hung down past your knees, fighting your wobbling thighs for space. your knees and feet had long since been covered by the swell of constant calories you had been shoving in. Your elbows had long since disappeared under the size your upper arms had ballooned to. The next day you had woken up, with the familiar smell of food filling your senses, and attempted to get out of bed. You struggled to gasp for air, trying with feeble attempts to propel yourself with enough momentum to get forward, and more importantly, your meal. Each attempt was rather hindered by amount of gut covering your lap. Suddenly, the masked people reentered into your room, and instead of leaving the food on the table, they pick it up piece by piece and began feeding it to you. One after another they stuffed greasy food straight into your greedy belly. The speed they each filled your mouth was almost too fast to chew, forcing you to swallow bigger bites as quickly as you could. “Please, go a little slower” you tried to call out between bites of food, but only one of them replied, “Too bad, you should have never been as greedy as you were in the first place. Fat fucks like you don’t get a say in this matter.”They continued to stuff your face, and once you had eaten enough to feel sick of your usual feast, you cried for them to stop. They fed you their last handfuls, and quickly as they had came, they left. One lingering long enough to instal what looked like a hose coming out of the ceiling.

The next time you awoke, you expected to to greeted by your usual meal of the table, but you noticed that the table had been removed from your room entirely. The only thing that caught your eye was the hose they had left the day before. Starving, you placed it in your mouth and began to suck out of desperation. You were instant met with what tasted like the blend of greasy food you had been eating for years. you noticed at the corner of your bed they had also left a small device, with words _ out of _ eaten. The lights being too dim to properly read, you cast it out of your brain and begun swallowing. It felt so good, the constant flow of calories filling your overstretched gut. You watch it rise with every gulp you fill it with, greed and lust overpowering you with the desire to fill it as big as possible. There was no way to tell how long you spent swallowing, only the rapid expansion of your body. each time you took a nap you would awake with your belly before you looking visibly larger then it had before.

This continued for what felt like eons, a never ending cycle of consuming and growing. your feet had been consumed completely, your arms stuck at a permanent angle, the fat surrounding your head keeping it in place, and your belly. So large it had grown over your swollen feet, and threatened to cover the rest of the bed. One day, as you swallowed, you heard a beep. You wondered if it had been the strange device that had long since been hidden under the concerningly large rolls swelling out from your massive gut. Just then, you were blinded by a bright light, as the door to your cell cracked with dust and opened, with the masked people watching you from the hallway connected. A familiar voice from among them, “You’re free to to go whenever you want fatty, the doors wide open.” And laughed. They all had begun laughing, shook their heads, and walked away. You paused swallowing to see if you could still escape, and tried to move your feet for the first time in ages. The response you received was a ripple of fat that jiggled your whole body. What had been so great about the outside world away? Your belly growled, it’s lust to be filled overpowering any thought you had remaining. You caress your growing belly, and continue to swallow.

[strawberryfatstuff]

Feed me

Push food into me almost faster than I can handle. I want to feel my belly grow and swell, struggling to keep up with the constant stuffing and feeding it’s had to endure. I want you to feed every wrong decision, pushing me to eat just a little bit more each time. Praise me when I get a little bit more out of breath each time we walk, praise me for getting turned on when I feel my growing gut slapping against my thighs, and reward me by never making me have to lift a finger ever again. Reward me when my clothes get the littlest bit tighter by the day, and reward me with stuffing me bigger, bigger, and bigger. Indulge in my darkest fantasies by stuffing me tighter and tighter every waking hour of the day, until my stomach begs for you to stop. But that’s what I love about you, isn’t that right? How you push me, encourage me, and override the pangs of fullness my body in vain tries to send to my brain. Praise me when my body explodes with fat, my rolls getting thicker and heavier, and my belly growing at an unstoppable alarming rate. You won’t stop when the doctors advise you I need a diet either, they stare and study the lines left tighter and deeper by my clothes cutting into me, the deep red stretch marks, the bmi they keep for me that had already been in the red 100s of pounds prior that just spiked higher more and more rapidly vanished off the charts as time went on, and the vast expanse of flesh before them that just seems to swell bigger by the year and they know you aren’t going to stop feeding me anytime soon. I tingle with pride as you shake my massive gut pulling into the drive through and order enough to feed a family of ten. We both know you’re just going to feed me fatter, and fatter, and fatter.

[strawberryfatstuff]

something different

we can tell there’s something different about you.

we don’t even know if you’ve noticed it, but you’ve been getting big recently, like really big. not just a couple pounds either- you’ve gone from overweight to fully obese.

we went with you to pick up your ”lunch” the other day and- well we can sort of tell how much you’ve been struggling to walk. it’s almost kind of funny, seeing you waddle from side to side in clothes that have been waayyy too small for some time, gasping and wheezing out of breath to pick up more food than nikocado eats in a week.

we can sort of tell this is on purpose though- we hear you in the kitchen in the middle of the night, eating a cake big enough for a family sized birthday party. although- its honestly not that hard to hear your wheezing and moans through the wall anyways.

but we can tell these ~couple~ pounds weren’t accidental at all, in fact- it’s obvious you’re trying to get as big as possible, and I, for one can’t wait to see exactly how big you’re gonna end up.

🍓💕

[strawberryfatstuff]

600lb+ goals

There are so many folks looking to gain weight etc but how many legitimately want to be 600lb+? I’m not talking fantasy. I’m talking IRL and all the thing s that come with it.

Reblog if you’re looking to be truely supersized.

Reblog if you’re also wanting a partner that’s truely supersized.

Let’s get everyone together for a common goal.

[strawberryfatstuff]

Reblog Fat Spell

Your fate is sealed. With each reblog you will grow fatter. There is no reversal. Caution to those who are unsure. DO YOU WANT TO BECOME A SUPERCHUB HOG….well then reblog to cast and never go back.

[strawberryfatstuff]

Mobility Scooter

You’ve been gaining so much weight recently, you’ve really just blown up before our eyes. You used to be so skinny, what happened? You used to be so fast at running and exercised literally all the time. Now look at you, barely out of high school and you need a mobility scooter. Your whole body covered in fat, breathing way too heavily for someone sitting down, and belly pressing against the steering wheel. We all see you, squeezing yourself through the isles at the grocery store, barely able to reach over your huge belly, stuffing fast food and anything full of calories that you could into your cart. even when you could walk, you could barely breathe walking a few feet, and even when you were in school you almost fainted in P.E. and still shoved more and more food into yourself. even though we can all see this is just the beginning.

hey so this is sort of like an after highschool reunion type thing so uh- yeah sorry if there’s like any typos, it’s my first time writing smth for tumblr

[strawberryfatstuff]

(1/2) Building on the question about what you'd do if you had a health scare... imagine what it would be like if someone found you after a day of gorging, painfully bloated and sweating and flushed, clearly struggling to breathe... and called 911 assuming you must be having a heart attack? Too full and food-drunk and embarrassed to correct them, being hauled into the ambulance like a beached whale by half a dozen good-looking paramedics...

Putting these all together because....fuck.🥵 Get me food and stuffed somewhere, my pace getting slower and slower as my belly fills up with fries and burgers and shakes...panting and wheezing as I try to finish off my last burger...but my belly pins me down, keeps me from reaching to the table and I’m too full to really struggle so it looks like a pathetic hog actually ready to burst...

Paramedics rushing over but all I can do is think about how good and full I feel, every sentence coming out as a grunt or wheeze or belch...Too full and fat to get to my feet so they need to help me, get a stretcher and then struggle to get me on it, all of them needed to lift my blubber up. Spend the entire ambulance ride burping and farting, moaning about my belly and how much it hurts.

Trying to how turned on I am: Being poked and prodded like a prized sow, fattened for the market. Going red when they take handfuls off my fat or push me up on the scale and read the number...and all I can do is think “need more food..”

They’ll all take bets when they see me waddle off with a clean bill of health: how long before the morbidly obese girl comes back in for an actual heart attack? Or calls because she got stuck somewhere...

Call a ride to pick me up from the hospital....proudly tell them I’m fine, healthy as ever, heart attacks only happen to the super, super fat...not me of course...I was just gassy and ready to get some more fast food.🐽

[strawberryfatstuff]

yessss💞

I've always wanted

To be someones dark web piggy.

A pet for some deranged feeder with far too much money for their (or my) own good.

Waking up tied up to a king sized bed every day with a hose stuffed in my mouth. Forced to consume whatever is being funnelled into my body.

Spread eagle in tight clothing, the only way to get out of them is to outgrow them.

Begging for them to set me free while my body bloats fatter day by day until the seams tear and my clothes fall off around me.

Fuck, I'd love it.

I've always wanted it to be recorded live too.

So every other feeder and feedee could watch me grow fucking huge before their eyes.

I'd want to be stuffed so much that I would be in tears, ready to burst. Breathing would be painful and moving would be impossible.

On top of all of that I would want random feeders to be invited to help feed me as well.

To feed me until my body is so packed with fat that I'm left helpless and dependent on my feeders.

No mercy for this poor piggy.

Just eating, sleeping, and getting fucked.

I wouldn't stop at 500 pounds either.

Oh no

I would stop when either my heart stops or my belly bursts open from eating far too much for my body to handle.

I'd be a true glutton.

Like my followers would want.